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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.