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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Flipper,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.