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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.