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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Gladiators 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.