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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Television,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.