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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.