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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.