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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Kinks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.