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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.