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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
MC5,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.