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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.