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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
X-102,
the Association,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.