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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.