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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.