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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.