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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.