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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.