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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.