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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.