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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.