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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.