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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.