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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Index,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.