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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Tomorrow 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.