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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
UT,
ABBA,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.