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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.