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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.