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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Make Up,
Roxette,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.