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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.