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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Visage to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.