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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Victims,
Slave,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.