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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.