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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.