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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.