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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.