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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.