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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Television,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.