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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Index,
Wings,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.