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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.