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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.