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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Crime,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.