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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.