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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.