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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.