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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.