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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
the Association,
Technova,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.