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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
PIL,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.