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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.