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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.