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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.