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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.