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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.