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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Smog,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.