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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.