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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.