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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.