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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.