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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Roxette,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.