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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.