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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.