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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.