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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.