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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.