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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.