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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.