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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.