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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.