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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.