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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.