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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.