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 Syria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Wire,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.