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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
DNA,
JFA,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.