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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.