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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.