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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.