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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.