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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.