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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pole to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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.,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Index,
MDC,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.