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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.