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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.