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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.