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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.