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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
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.