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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.