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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.