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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-102,
New Order,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.