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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.