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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.