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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.