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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.