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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.