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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.