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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.