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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.