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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Names,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.