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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.