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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.