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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.