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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.