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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.