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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.