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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.