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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.