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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.