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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.