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 Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.