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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.