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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.