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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.