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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
X-101,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.