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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Monks to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.