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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.