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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.