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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Faust,
Japan,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.