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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.