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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.