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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.