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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.