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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.