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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.