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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.