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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Monks,
MC5,
Unwound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.