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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.