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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.