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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.