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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
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.