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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Adolescents 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.