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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.