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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.