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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
ABC,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Can,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.