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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.