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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.