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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.