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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.