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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.