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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.