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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.