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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.