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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.