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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
June Days,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.