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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Franke,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.