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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.