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 Australia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.