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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.