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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Index to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.