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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.