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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.