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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.