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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.