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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Association to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.