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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.