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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bill Near 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Franke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.