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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.