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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.