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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.