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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.