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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.