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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.