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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.