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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.