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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.