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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.