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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.