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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.