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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.