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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.