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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Index,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Skarface,
the Association,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.