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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.