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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.