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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.