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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.