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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.