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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.