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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.