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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.