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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Brick,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.