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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Visage,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.