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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.