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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 T. Rex 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.