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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.