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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.