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 France and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.