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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.