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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.