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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.