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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.