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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.