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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.