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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Nico,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.