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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.