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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.