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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.