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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.