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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.