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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.