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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.