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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.