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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.