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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
ABC,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.