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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.