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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.