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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Technova,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Index,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.