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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.