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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.