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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.