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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
UT,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.