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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.