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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.