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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.