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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.