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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Visage,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.