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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.