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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.