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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.