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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.