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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.