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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.