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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.