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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.