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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Monks,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.