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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.