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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.