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 Finland and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.