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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.