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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad 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?
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.