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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.