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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.