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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Organ,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.