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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Q65,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.