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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Thompson Twins 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.