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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
X-101,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.