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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.