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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Chrome,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.