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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Smog,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.