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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.