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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.