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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.