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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.