Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.