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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.