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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.