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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
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Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Move,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.