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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.