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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.