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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.