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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.