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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
X-101,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.