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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.