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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.