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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.