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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Zapp,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Index,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.