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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Martian,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.