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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
UT,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.