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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.