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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.