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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.