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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.