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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Brick,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.