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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.