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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.