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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Slave,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.