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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.