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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
ABC,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.