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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.