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 Poland and from Paris.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Q65,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.