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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.