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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.