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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.