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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.