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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Technova to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
cv313,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.