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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.