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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.