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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.