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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.