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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.