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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.