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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.