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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.