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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.