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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.