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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.