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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.