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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
X-102,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.