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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.