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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.