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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.