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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.