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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.