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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.