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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Urselle,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.