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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.