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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.