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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.