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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
DNA,
Neil Young,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.