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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.