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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.