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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.