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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.