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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.