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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.