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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.