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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.