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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.