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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.