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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
John Cale,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.