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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.