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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Josef K,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.