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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.