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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.