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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
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.