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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.