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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.