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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.