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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
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.