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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.