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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.