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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.