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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Brick,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.