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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.