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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.