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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.