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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
MC5,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.