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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.