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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.