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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.