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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Brick,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.