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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.