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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.