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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.