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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Nas,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.