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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.