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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.