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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.