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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.