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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
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.