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 Latvia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.