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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.