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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.