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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.