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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.