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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.