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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.