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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.