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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.