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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.