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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.