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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.