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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.