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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Visage,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.