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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.