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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.