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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.