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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.