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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.