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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.