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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.