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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.