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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.