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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.