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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.