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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.