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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Technova,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.