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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.