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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.