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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.