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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
PIL,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.