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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Crime,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.