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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.