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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.