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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Monks,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.