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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.