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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.