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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Sparks,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.