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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.