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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.