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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.