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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.