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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.