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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.