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 Syria 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.