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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.