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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.