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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.