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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.