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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Chrome,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.