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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.