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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Nico,
The Associates,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.