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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.