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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.