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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.