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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.