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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.