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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.