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 Iran and from London.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.