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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Japan,
MDC,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.