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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.