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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Faust,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.