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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.