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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.