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 London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.