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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Victims to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.