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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.