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 Albania and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.