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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Can,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
cv313,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Shoche,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.