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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 John Foxx 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Doors,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.