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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Crime,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.