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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Can,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.