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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.