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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.