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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.