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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.