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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.