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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.