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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.