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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.