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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Technova,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.