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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
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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.