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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.