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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.