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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.