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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.