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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.