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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.