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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.