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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.