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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.