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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.