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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.