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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.