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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.