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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.