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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.