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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.