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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.