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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.