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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.