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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.