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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.