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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.