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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Organ,
the Swans,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.