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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.