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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.