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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.