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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.