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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.