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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.