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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.