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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.