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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.