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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
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.