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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.