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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.