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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
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Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.