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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Slave,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.