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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.