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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.