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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 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 Junior Murvin 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Can,
AZ,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.