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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.