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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.