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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.