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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.