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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.