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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.