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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.