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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The Doors,
June Days,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.