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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.