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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.