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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Mars,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.