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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.