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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.