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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.