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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Pylon,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.