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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.