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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.