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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.