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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.