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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.