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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.