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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Swans,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.