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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.