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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.