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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.