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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.