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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
the Swans,
X-101,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.