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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.