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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.