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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.