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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.