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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.