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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Faust,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.