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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.