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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Hardrive 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.