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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.