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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.