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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.