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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
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The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.