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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.