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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.