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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
CMW,
Nas,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.