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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.