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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Slits to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.