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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Mantronix 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Technova,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.