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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.