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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.