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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.