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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.