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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Stooges,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Excepter,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.