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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.