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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.