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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.