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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Wings,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.