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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.